A Dream
A flash of light,
A broken star– a cry from deep within,
The surly sounds of death blown wind,
And long lost hopes, begin.
The sod laden hills of ancient times,
Covered by bright blue flowers,
Now lay hidden once again
Under the newborn powers,
The thousand-eyes of looker on’s,
And the worries of an hour.
The dreams of all, consumed within,
and withered as a flower.
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